Tang Ling keenly captured that fleeting loneliness and pressed her red lips.
At this moment, Gu Jianlin seemed to have returned to the days of Peak City, a time when his eyes held no burning blood or fire, only a detachment and solitude that stood at odds with the world, like a mirror reflecting the surging crowds.
He possessed the profile, easily able to see through people's hearts.
In fact, he himself was quite easy to understand, because he wrote everything on his face.
"If you really did that, I wouldn't blame you, after all, they are your parents." Gu Jianlin was not foolish, he knew the risks of his actions. If he really did that, he wouldn't fret over gains and losses, willing to fight desperately for someone, even accepting betrayal in the end.
At worst, they would grow old apart and become mortal enemies when they met again.
Tang Ling felt a bit uncomfortable hearing this, her fiery red hair gradually faded to frost white, and she turned her head away, ignoring him.
